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Apr 2015
By: Cedric McClester

I was born and raised in the ghetto
But the ghetto wasn't raised in me
Guess that's why I be the way I be
Some people say I'm crazyΒ Β cool
See Mama didn't raise a fool
Every day I went to school

To overcome my environment
No wasted time was spent
I was born and raised in the ghetto - see
But the ghetto wasn't raised in me
Guess that's why I be the way I be

It never is just up to chance
We're not victims of circumstance
Though some are seeking an excuse
But I just think, hey what's the use
I was born and raised in the ghetto - see
But the ghetto wasn't raised in me




(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.Β Β All rights reserved.
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Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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